Dying Demised

A/N: Now this is the sequel to my first Walking Dead fic, "The Living Deceased" so make sure if you haven't read that one, go back and do it. This is going to continue right where the other fic left off. I juggle between my own plot along wit the TV series.

Chapter 1:
While the baby was just as happy as she could be, batting her rattle from side to side in her stroller, not even knowing that a walker was coming right towards her. The other girl, Mika, she has the gun rattling in her hand. Hearing the crunching sound of broken twigs from several other footsteps... "Uhh!" She groaned as she saw Xavier was trying to crawl back underneath the fence to help her.

Directing the gun upwards, and closing her eyes, but still pulling the trigger-

BOOM

The walker was shot, smack dab in the forehead and fell to the ground, not before letting out a final groaning sound.

Feeling a second of relief, but then Mika grabbed the weapon again and lowered it, seeing that the other walkers had stopped walking forward. Walking, carefully over to Judith's stroller, Mika pulled the baby back towards the fence.

"Come on Xavier." The little girl mumbled to the Doberman.

A moment later Mika heard the men shouting; "Find the person who fired that weapon! Find them now!"

The child looked several shades lighter, almost transparent. "Oh no."

Mika Samuels strolled over to the walkers that Michonne had more or less, gave to her, she grabbed the ropes and tied each one to the sides of the stroller. "We need to go." Watching the other walkers turn away, while they were in mid-movement something was thrown into one of the zombie's chest!

In complete awe, Mika thought she was done for! She looked back and saw that Xavier had finally gotten through the fence, standing next to the human girls; he bent down in a defensive stance. She had no clue who had thrown the knife into the other walker's chest… "Hello?" The terrified little girl called out, barely above a murmur. "Rachel? Daryl? Anybody?"

The dog sniffed the air, and it wasn't any of the prison mates that were just with them, he knew this scent was different. But before he could do anything he heard sounds behind them, back down the small hill he had just crawled up from.

"That person couldn't have gotten far." It was Gareth; he was outside the building, Terminus with a small group of mostly men, and two women. "Let's not scare them off. The more the merrier, after all. Those others won't last to long, maybe a few days. A lot of them are skin and bones, quick meals." He let out a cynical cackle. "Remember we want them to be our friends, invite them back here." The leader left, now leaving the five to split into teams to track down the owner of the gun that had just fired...Mika.

Meals? Mika heard that word and almost forgot that someone was right nearby, she would have to keep her voice down, that person nearby could be another one of those people. She looked at the stroller and made sure it would stay still and not push back, Mika forced her feet to go forward and saw someone she never thought she was going to see again…despite everyone's attempted efforts to say she would!